Social graces? Son what are you, high?

"H-...He..llo..." Nic manages to grind out, flicking his gaze to Worick then back to the woman. Without really knowing what else to do, Nic ducked his head in a traditional bow. He figured it was more polite of him to speak up properly, but even he knew that his voice could be shocking or even unpleasant. Still, he followed Worick's lead in social exchanges.